Watching her face, I drink in the way her brow pinches and the way her mouth falls open to gasp. Then, suddenly, her eyes squeeze shut tight.
Pulling my fingers out, my body runs on pure instinct, forgetting about the research.
She makes a sound of protest that dies in her throat as I pinch her clit between my glossy fingers. One rough pinch and those protests turn into cries of ecstasy.
There is nothing more addictive than making my girl come. I’d bet my life on it.
Panting against her skin, I watch this beauty hit her high. Her body seizes, and her muscles grow stiff before she’s crying out my name loud enough to disturb my neighbors.
I smile against her chest and feel her pulse racing under my lips. The pride that swells in my chest is almost embarrassing.
Sitting up in a daze, I reach for the back of her knee. Pushing it up and spreading her wide, I drink in the slick shine of her. The way she's still clenching around nothing.
My cock is leaking enough to be teased about if she weren’t in such a state. I grab myself with my other hand and bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood.
She told me she's not on birth control. Why did she have to tell me that?
I push inside her before I come just thinking about it.
Her pussy is so hot and wet, sucking me in with ease; it's a miracle I have the strength to hold back. However, I'm panting once I'm fully inside.
Feels so fucking good. Jesus, I don't even know what to do with myself.
Rocking into her, the bed beneath us creaks. Hardly giving her time to come down, she's already gripping the blankets with white knuckles.
Drinking her in, her glistening and flushed state, my hips snap forward. "I could stare at you all day like this."
I really could, but that's a truth that wasn't meant to come out.
She smiles and lets out a breathy laugh. Instead of teasing me, she takes me in. "Me too."
I love this woman so fucking much.
Panting, I continue to thrust, already feeling my control slipping away. Not just in the motion as my thrusts start to grow uneven, but also in my ability to cling to my release.
To my horror, despite the pleasure that comes with it, I'm coming before we've even started.
Fuck.
I want to apologize, so I pull out. Hoping I can stroke myself back to life, I let something catch my eye first.
My release is already seeping out of her. A trickle of white against her pink skin. I shouldn't stare, but now that I've seen it, I can't look away.
"Smoke?" Bunny's panting, confused.
Reaching out, my thumb pushes my release back in, back to where it belongs.
I've dreamed about having a family for far too long for it to seep out of her so easily. She's going to need more if I want anything to stick.
The realization has my cock coming back to life. Moving my thumb, I'm pushing my way back in to make her moan.
The thought turns me on more than it should. Giving her my come. Filling her up. Doing it again and again until something takes.
Is this normal? To get hot over this?
Fuck. This is a kink, isn't it?
"What's wrong?" Bunny's voice cuts through my spiral. She's watching me with those knowing eyes. Before she can see too deep, she’s gasping as I flip her onto her stomach.
